Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.